The thugs eating and drinking saw someone coming in head-on.
It was too dark to see clearly, so they squinted.
As Song Guanchao approached, they realized he was a stranger.
"Who the hell are you?"
No sooner had the man spoken than Song Guanchao had made his move.
He grabbed a beer bottle and cracked it over the man's head on the spot.
The man's eyes rolled back, and he fell to the ground without a peep.
"Fuck!"
"Looking for trouble!"
The others immediately stood up, grabbing bottles or sticks, and surrounded him.
Half a minute later, all seven or eight of them were lying on the ground.
Song Guanchao was just about to head towards the factory building when Zeng Li suddenly jogged over.
"Weren't you supposed to go to the car?"
"It's fine, as long as you're here."
Zeng Li wasn't scared at all; she even kicked one of the men on the ground twice more, then said with stars in her eyes, "You look so cool when you fight!"
